Watership Down: Untold Legend [Fox!Reader]

Chapter Six: Monster

WARNING: Graphic Violence.

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Fivver is split from his brother in the chaos.

He's running, leaping over roots and small plants like a fish fighting upstream.

His brother's voice calls out, frantic.

Fivver runs away, as the other rabbits single him out. A distraction, that's what he'll be. Anything to help the others escape. Fivver cries out, hoping his brother's large ears will hear, "The river! You need to cross the river! I'll find you!"

He hope's fate won't make him a liar.

The yelling from behind him turns into a higher pitch. Fear rises and he pushes himself harder and words reach him.

"Homba-!"

The fox locks on Fivver once they hear the other rabbits calling his name.

The fox dashes through the group of chasing rabbits and they scream and scramble out of the way.

Fivver's instincts flare as the fox leaps up to him and chases him down, unintentionally freeing him from the 'bad' rabbit's pursuit. However, one of the rabbits runs with Fivver. It's mind caught up in mindless panic.

The fox chases them both.

Hazel's heart stops when he sees his little brother gets chased by the predator and taken away, "FIVVER!" It's the last thing he see's of them as he's pushed onto some floating driftwood.

"FIVVER!"

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Hunger pulls you forward, closer to your target. You're falling into darkness as your vision tunnels on the small creature running from you. It's so soft looking. You need to catch it. It's floof of a tail flashes white and your teeth ache with the urge to bite down.

The need to hunt and threatens to drown you.

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Fivver nearly trips as he runs further into the woods. He bumps into the bad rabbit and winces.

He gets cursed at. Fivver doesn't even have the energy to apologize.

He glances over, Fivver doesn't even have the energy to apologize.

But the other rabbit gaze sharpens into something wicked and desperate. The larger rabbit huffs a laugh...and uses its larger body to knock Fivver over.

Fivver crashes into dirt. His heart in his throat as his mind jerks to a halt. He's going to die.

Hazel-!

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Your mind is screaming. The ache in your jaw grows as you watch the world in slow motion. The small rabbit is falling, legs tangled and helpless. You need him. Deep inside you know you need him!

You swallow and with the last of your will, you leap over the fallen rabbit.

Fangs dig into fur, flesh and bone. Warm salty blood spurts forth and flows into your mouth, coating your tongue and down your maw. You fall forward and feel your prey's cry brust from it's throat. Small claws scratch at your furry face and strong legs kick out.

STOP.

It's the only coherent thought that echoes in your head.

Your much larger paws stomp down on the squirming prey. In one swift, robotic, motion, you dart forward and jerk the little guy's neck.